Take a Note

Bitch! Of course, I could take a note. I have two degrees, and the skills of a fucking champion! You know what that means? You, most likely, have a similar, though inferior, skill set. This means you could take a note, at the very damn least. Ever hear of a tape recorder, chump? How about that BlackBerry on your big ass hips? Yet, you ask me to take a 4-word note for you. If your middle-aged ass can’t remember to send one e-mail, quit the game today, and don’t even think about pushing ‘restart’, punk bitch! Just because you make more money than me, doesn’t mean I’m here to take fucking notes because your wrist is sore from beating it to UFC. So, stuff your sorrys in a sack and go fuck yourself. When you get back, take your own note. Then, promptly choke on it! Or I could write that shit on your shirt with a Sharpie. MAKE A CHOICE!